Chapter 111: Fierce Battle
The old man used his chopsticks as a hidden weapon and struck out, killing the young man. The middle-aged man drew his sword to block the chopsticks, but in an instant, it was too fast for the young man to react.
Looking at the bamboo chopsticks that had broken into several pieces in front of him, the powerful force that shot out, a cold sweat seeped out from the young man's forehead.
The force of this blow was so terrifying that it could be imagined that if it hadn't been intercepted, it would have hit the boy's head directly, and his head would have burst open like a ripe watermelon.
It was clear that the young man had also thought of this point, and after being frightened for a while, he came back to his senses and immediately became furious.
Anyone who has been on the threshold of death would be furious with the person who did it, and it is impossible not to get angry.
"You old codger, how dare you launch a sneak attack! Are you trying to take my life? You're an old scoundrel, just looking at you tells me you're no good..."
Don't look at the young age, the scolding words are a set, a set, once started, it can't be stopped, it's like a river of water rushing forward.
Can't help but say, the young man is really a stubborn fool. The threat of death can't even scare him off. When he gets excited from scolding, he jumps up and continues to scold while jumping around.
The young man's reaction made Zhao Ji look like he wanted to laugh, and at the same time, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly. This was clearly a rhythm of courting death.
The old man's first blow did not kill the young man, and if he had any principles, he would not have struck a second time, even if this person was reckless and fearless, and had no middle-aged deterrent, he might not have made another move.
A middle-aged man may not be able to defeat an old man, but he is also a quite capable master. It's unreasonable for him to encounter such an enemy under the tree without any reason, and the old man is afraid and unwilling.
The young man learned his lesson and if he didn't make another sound, the matter would have blown over. But unexpectedly, he couldn't control his mouth and scolded the old man again.
This time, things can't be calmed down anymore. The young man's scolding made the old man's face turn bright red, like a pig's liver color, and the next moment, he burst out in anger.
The old man picked up a pair of chopsticks from the table, casually struck them, and the chopsticks became hidden weapons shooting out, like a rain of flowers in the sky, covering the young man's entire body.
"Whoosh...whoosh...whoosh..."
A burst of chopsticks scattered, a sharp whistling sound, echoing on the second floor of the wine tower, as if it were a battlefield where two armies clashed and thousands of arrows were fired at once.
"Awesome!"
Having seen Lao Zhai's move, Zhao Ji's eyes lit up slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Zhao Ji can also produce the same effect with his skillful hands, Wudang Sect's Furuo Golden Needle's hidden weapon technique is quite impressive, and there is a style that can achieve the same effect.
The effect can be achieved, that kind of powerful force, Zhao Ji himself couldn't do it, the power of hidden weapons is so strong, no more than in terms of strength, speed and technique.
Zhao Ji believed that his skills were inferior to those of the older man. He launched a hidden weapon, but in terms of power and speed, he was inevitably unable to reach the level of the older man.
A dozen or so chopsticks shot out in a burst of speed and ferocity, leaving the young man only enough time to change color on his face, completely unable to dodge.
If he were hit by these chopsticks, the young man feared that there would be only one death, and the corpse would certainly look very ugly, and even his body could not be preserved.
The young man was about to be hit, a dazzling sword light flashed out, covering all the chopsticks that were shot over.
A burst of "crackling" sounds, and a dozen or so chopsticks were cut into small segments, falling to the ground in the ultimate crazy young city.
"Good kung fu, but I'd like to see if you can really stop me."
The old man's face revealed a hint of a cold smile, his body suddenly sprang into action, and he swiftly pounced forward.
For the young man, the old man had already formed a murderous intention. The middle-aged man repeatedly stopped him, again and again, which made the old man furious and also gave rise to a murderous intention towards him.
His body pounced over, the old man's hands slightly curved into claws, grasping towards the middle-aged face, but was blocked by the blade of a long sword and couldn't grasp it.
Obviously, the old man had practiced a claw technique, but no matter how deep his hand techniques were, he wanted to compete with the sharp sword, it was somewhat impossible. Especially, the middle-aged long sword looked extraordinary at first glance, not an ordinary long sword.
The old man and the middle-aged man immediately entered a fierce state, their figures flashing and changing in a small space, exchanging blows one after another.
The old man's attack was very fierce, and the cultivation on his claws was extremely strong. Every time he clawed down, the middle-aged man treated it with great caution and carefully responded.
However, middle-aged is not weak, and the attainments in swordsmanship are extraordinary. A long sword is wielded with unparalleled agility, like a dragon rising from the sea, which can turn and leap at will.
The old man's every move was met with a counterattack by the middle-aged man, who could stand his ground at the gate. The sword tip went against the old man's palm, dissolving his moves.
Back and forth, the two sides fought for twenty or so rounds, without any outcome. The old man had the upper hand and the initiative to attack, but he couldn't gain the upper hand over the middle-aged swordsman.
The two men's fight was magnificent and intense, making Zhao Ji feel that it was worth watching, and the destructive power produced would not be small either. The tables, chairs, and floor of the wine house were in a mess.
Not a few tables and chairs were affected by the two men's fight, being dismembered. Cups, plates, bowls and other dishes shattered all over the floor. Some diners were also affected, hastily making way for the two men to fight, hiding aside to watch the battle, lest they be implicated.
After a long battle, he knew that he couldn't take down the middle-aged man with his bare hands. The old man's face sank, and he quickly retreated back to his original table, grabbing a crutch in his hand.
"Your skills are not weak, approaching that of a top-notch martial artist. Your swordsmanship is also quite good. You're certainly no ordinary person. I won't be able to take you down with my bare hands; I'll have to resort to using a weapon."
His face was expressionless, but there was a hint of turmoil brewing beneath the surface. The extreme calmness seemed to be hiding a storm that was waiting to erupt. From the old man's emotionless words, one could sense this.
"Please enlighten me, senior."
With both hands holding swords, his expression was quite serious, middle-aged and stern, he said in a low voice.
The old man's temperament is eccentric, and the middle-aged person has already experienced it. As for reconciliation, he doesn't bother to say anything, and even if he does, it won't be useful anyway. It's just a matter of one battle after all.
The battle between middle-aged and old people, those who are not well-cultivated can't even get involved. Don't look at the young man's arrogant performance in scolding others, but he also can't get involved in this fight between two people.
The boy and girl watched from the side, their faces tense, their eyes fixed on the two people fighting, their expressions full of worry.
"You say you, how can your mouth be so stinky, why do you want to scold people, can't you just bear with it and let it pass? This time is done, isn't it? You've provoked a master, I don't know if your dad can take it."
A worried look on her pretty face, the girl reproached the boy.
"Sister, I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional."
The boy also knew he had gotten into trouble and became somewhat dejected.
